Letras:
Hot Butter

: (Isaac Hayes, Alvertis Isbell) I wanna come back Coz I like it like that Your modus operandi Is really all right, out of sight Your sweet phalanges

and seize the sorry blackened bones of trees In the dead of winter when the silent snowbirds come You're my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum

and seize The sorry blackened bones of trees In the dead of winter when the silent snowbirds come You're my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum

(Burt Bacharach, Hal David) If you see me walkin' down the street And I start to cry each time we meet Walk on by, walk on by Make believe that you

(Isaac Hayes, Alvertis Isbell) I wanna come back Coz I like it like that Your modus operandi Is really all right, out of sight Your sweet phalanges

ain?t easy (loca, loca, loca) I?m crazy but you like it (loca, loca, loca) Crazy but you like it That girl is a nutter Hot though, I heat up when I

from me Don't know how I let things go, you see Don't know why it took a sudden turn Didn't seem to be a big concern And everything is all too much Hot

re lucky to have me I'm cute and sweet as candy As charming as a fable I'm innocent and disabled So hug me and kiss me Then wipe my butt and piss me I

I fall, hope the bleeding stop And I hope you black out before you see the cops I ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block So I got my hot tops